To go or not to go? I used to look forward all week to going to the Tuesday night rollerhockey games. Why haven't I played more than once since the end of summer? Will rollerhockey become like the other sport I got so into for around a year or so - badminton? Quick to pick up and quick to quit? How's it going to be for me without a competitive area into which to channel any aggression and excess energy?

Do I even have excess energy these days? Seems to you as if when I do, all I really feel like doing is drinking and dancing, huh...

What I really wish I could do is travel. Still. (Am I a broken record or what?) But the insatiable itch I had to travel a year ago is half as intense now. I've come to accept the fact that I won't be able to get outta here for the next 2 or 3 years, while I'm still whittling away at my notorious and enormous debt.

Yesterday, a co-worker caught me eating wheat thins and nilla wafers for lunch from the break room... and began a long chat with me about his and his wife's exquisite dining experiences and other adventures in Italy and elsewhere. After listening to him gush about food and overly friendly locals for about 20 minutes, he ended with, "... and the only reason my wife and I are able to get away with all of this [travelling and dining well] is that we have no kids! It's wonderful." He looks about, oh... 50 years old.

What am I going to do... I have until 35 to have kids... which leaves less than 10 years to get the hell out of debt, into some cash, and out and abroad... wining and dining myself while seeing the life and the world from as many other perspectives as possible.

Ahhh... no pressure...